It's astounding how some people are really sensitive and petty (yet again, pretty insensitive), especially people born with penises. What is the point of being angry / disappointed / sad / doubtful / insert-cynical-words at others who probably couldn't care less about the whole matter? There are always memories you can latch onto, laughs you can join in and happiness you can glean off.
We all get let down, usually at the most inopportune moment. We do not need to criticize, judge, or condemn others. Why control and make them conform to our way of thinking? Let others live their lives and we live ours.